Warning: Non-Consentual content.
Soft, so soft and fragile…have to be gentle…
Nappa's stream of thought persisted, as he flew up with the little woman struggling in his arms.
"Let me go! I'm the wife of Dr. Briefs! If you ugly brutes harm me, why! My husband will make a big machine so tough, it'll crush you!" Panchy huffed, grunting as she punched, and kicked to get out of Nappa's grip.
"What was that, old woman?" Raditz snapped, holding one hand out to stop Nappa's flight away from Capsule Corporations.
"You'd better watch that pretty little mouth, missy," Nappa growled, then turned towards Raditz.
"So what, your husband has some type of technology like your daughter was ranting about to save her own ass?" Raditz rasped, gesturing down at the building below.
"I- He… My Bulma? You have my daughter?!" She shrieked, her face going a pale shade, her eyes wide open with a horrified gaze.
"So what if I do?" Raditz smirked, adjusting Chi-Chi and Launch in his arms, the two women with their collars pulled up into their mouths, nodding slightly to her, drool and tears dripping uncontrollably down their chins.
"Let's take little Miss Briefs to her new home. Oh, and forget about your married name." He sneered, then made a gesture with two fingers at Nappa, then at the building below.
"You're sure..? But, what about the-"
"Should I tell Prince Vegeta that you hesitated, even for a moment, General Nappa?" Raditz intoned seriously, and Nappa's jaw dropped, shaking his head back and forth in refusal, wordlessly.
"Good. I trust you to take care of it. We all want to be getting home, and in bed, don't we?" He purred, and the two girls nodded their heads, Chi-Chi choking back a small sob.
Nappa was still frozen stiff as Panchy and he watched Raditz retreat, the woman clawing at his shoulders to keep a grip on him. He turned to look at her face, and his grimace deepened to see the tears running from her upturned eyes.
"Please, Mister Nappa, please just let me go home, I promise I'll be quiet about all this if you could help me get back my Bulma-"
"I didn't say you could talk." He said in a gravelling tone, placing one hand on her face, covering her lips.
"Just be quiet, and keep your eyes closed." He said, and looked down towards the large dome of Capsule Corporations, and raised one arm, unfolding two fingers. Panchy screamed out in horror as a great blast of heat rushed past her, hanging onto the big man for dear life as a massive explosion erupted from below, flattening the buildings for miles all around; the Volcanic Explosion decimating Capsule Corp in one wide sweep.
Panchy's screaming was lessened by the deafening boom of the explosion, as Nappa watched the dust part, and waited to be sure that his target was eliminated.
"I had to do that. You'll be ok, though. We're going home now." He said, his rough voice so thick, it vibrated through his neck where her arms were clasped around as she sobbed endlessly into his throat. He sighed, and turned himself about to follow after Raditz. Once turned around, Nappa saw he had been watching; as expected.
"Good work, Nappa. Let's get back." The younger saiyan said, and Nappa grunted back at him.
The two took the long flight back to Saiyan City, passing over Central City without a moment's glance, Nappa eager to return with his catch. Panchy still sobbed, no matter if he patted her back, or stroked the fluffy curls on her head. He simply didn't know how to console the little woman, but knew that this was all a part of the contract. She would get over it eventually, and even if she didn't, she still had a responsibility as his slave.
"We'll be back soon. Don't worry." Nappa said to Panchy with a chuckle, glancing over to Raditz. Panchy's head felt like it was near to bursting with her pain, her tears, her grief too hard to restrain; even if the big man thumped her on back and knocked the wind out of her, and raked his calloused hand over her hair, ripping out the bobby pins, making her curls start to fall from their updo. Her entire body trembled with fear, with what little glances she could bear to look at on the ground, seeing it so far below that what did remain of the buildings looked like little but bricks.
"Besides, her bitch daughter is there, and by now I'm sure Vegeta has broken her will, too." Raditz said, his words resounding in her head, tormenting her to no end. The rest of the fly back was a blur to her. Once they'd arrived at the club, Panchy had exhausted herself into silence, her tears gone dry.
"Home, sweet home. At least for now. One day, we'll have a nice, big castle." Nappa informed her, shaking her by the shoulder a bit. They flew down, and went inside the building; noticing all was dark, the woman locked securely in their bedrooms. Even Vegeta had gone to sleep, it seemed, when Raditz put his ear up to the blue haired bitch's door, and to his surprise, heard his Prince snoring of all things. He snickered a bit to himself and walked away; feeling assured now that he must have provided a suitable slave for the prince, her feminine comforts satisfactory enough to be sleeping soundly the way he was.
Nappa set Panchy down, fishing around behind the bar for a drink for the little woman.
"What kinda drinks d'ya earth women like? I'm used to just fermented malt liquor, sludge like that. All this stuff is still fresh.." Nappa rambled, hoping some liquor would help the woman forget.
"A Dirty Shirley Temple, please. And make it a double." She said weakly, his eyes lighting up once he heard her address him without sobbing, or in anger.
"Uhh.." Nappa murmured in confusion, looking around the the bottles in bafflement.
Big dummy, Panchy thought, exasperated.
"Could ya move, Mister? I'll get it." Panchy huffed at him, then sauntered over, and moved him out of the way by nudging his thigh with her hip, her large buttocks making the silk robe she wore seem to shimmer.
"Uh, o-okay," He said conspicuously, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Raditz or Vegeta wasn't watching.
"Hand me that grenadine, if you would." She snapped to him, not making eye contact with him in her anger with the big, bumbling behemoth. Nappa looked around at the bottles, then grabbed the one that seemed to resemble what she had said.
"I'm only gonna show you this once, big boy. Then, you'd better get busy, because I'm about to get as drunk as a skunk." Panchy informed him, sniffling as she opened up the grenadine.
"Alright, um. I'm watching." Nappa said, almost hesitantly, still glancing back to check for Raditz.
What am I doing? This is MY slave woman. She's not the boss of me! He thought angrily, his eye twitching as he grabbed the next thing she pointed at.
"Pay attention!" Panchy said, pulling on the chain attached to his wrist, and Nappa growled back at her, watching her pour the liquid into a tall glass, with maraschino cherries swimming around in the bubbling pink liquid.
Just for tonight, I'll get her liquored up real good. Then after that, I'm in command.
"Good boy," She said, taking the next item with a giggle, Nappa's cheeks flushing red in response.
"Mister Nappa, remember. You'd better call me by my proper name, Panchy." He said seriously, gulping as he watched her take a cherry out of the jar by the stem, and pop it in her lips, pulling the meat of the fruit off by her teeth. "Wanna see a trick?" She said sweetly, twisting the little stem between her fingers.
"Sure.." Nappa purred, leaning close to see what she had in store for him. He watched as she stuck her pink little tongue out, and pulled the stem back in with it, making a funny face as she moved her mouth side to side, humming as she did. He wasn't sure why he started purring like he did, watching how she fiddled with the little stem in her mouth, his tail loosening from around his waist and slightly wagging as it hung low to the ground.
"There!" She said triumphantly, and pulled the stem out of her mouth, revealing that she had somehow tied a knot in it with her tongue; and was gloating about her tongue twisting skills.
"Betcha can't do that, can ya? Do you even know what kissing is, hmm?" She said with a giggle, and sipped her drink. Nappa frowned, feeling baffled by her wording, but his curiosity was aroused by this tongue 'trick' she had showed him. He supposed he would listen, gathering up the items she'd set out, and making her another drink before she'd even gotten half way through her first. Nappa kept nodding as the little woman rambled about whatever kissing was, his ears pricked with interest as he stirred the drink for her.
"You're a quick learner, Mister Nappa." Panchy said, then took a long sip of her drink, the straw stuttering as it sucked up the last of the liquid in the glass.
"Sure, making a drink isn't some kinda skill I've ever needed, but it's pretty easy, why?" He said, and slid the drink towards her, taking a seat beside her at the bar.
"Well, not that I would ever say this if it weren't for my darling husband being gone, but if I'm going to be any man's slave, he's still got alot of work to do if he wants to win over me, I'm a lady." She said, taking the drink as it slid, uncrossing her legs, then disregarded the straw entirely and drank from the glass as if hungrily, gulping down the sweet, fizzy pink liquid.
Nappa's tail frizzed up as she did this, watching how her robe slipped up, and revealed her matching white silk panties with delicate lace around the edges.
"Of course, heheh. You're a beautiful lady, Miss Panchy." Nappa smiled, and watched as she tilted her head back, downing the drink entirely.
The far horizon of Central City was broken by the jagged outcrops of buildings still smoking where all unnecessary production was being put to an end, all business that was not saiyan business was no longer important in these desolate lands. Piccolo tapped his nails on a ribbed pink bicep and sighed deeply as he watched the destruction with a narrowed gaze. The surrounding rural area was where many of the city workers were turned into his serfs, kept contained within the castle gates.
King Castle was once again claimed by a Namekian, as he had done before and seen his failure by Son Goku, who had only been a child then. Now he was a grown man, Piccolo a new man; still retaining the memories of that time, the techniques his former self had used, still fresh in the back of his mind. Piccolo at last turned away from the window, and walked back to the throne room, where a nest of Namekian eggs were surrounding the throne.
"Sir Piccolo." A sly female voice caught his attention, his head turning just a fraction of an inch. "Colonel Violet. What is it?" He grumbled, aware of the clicks of her studded combat boots on the glossy marble floor tiles.
"I've been made aware that Prince Vegeta and his lackey, Nappa have made their appearance in Satan City...I mean, Saiyan City." She said, clearing her throat. Piccolo turned fully to her then, his eyebrow twitching.
" 'Saiyan City?' " He murmured lowly, and she nodded.
"A change of name adequate for their liking. Central City.. we could call it, er.. Namekian City." She said with a slight wink, and Piccolo huffed. Raditz had informed him of the name of his alien species just recently, but it really didn't make any difference to him. He shrugged, and the small, purple haired woman a few feet shorter than him nodded, blowing a big bubble gum bubble, and popping it.
"I take it perhaps you like that, eh? What do you like?" She spoke her thoughts aloud, hands on her hips as she gazed at the slimy eggs with one raised brow. Piccolo blinked at her question, and found he didn't truly have an answer for the woman.
"What are those slimy things... eggs..? Where'd they come from?" She said with disgust, backing up a step. Piccolo smirked at the scowl written across her face with an amused chuckle, advancing slowly closer to the small, yet strong earth woman.
"I created them." He said cooly, "If you're asking what I like, I'd like for those Saiyans to make an appearance here, and discuss our next move, or do they not mind having a slimy pile of eggs resting on their precious jewels?" He snickered, and Violet turned her blue eyes to eye the pile once again, them widening in response.
"The precious gems for Prince Vegeta are covered in slime! Sir Piccolo, you can't do this to those saiyans, their strength is-" She shouted, becoming more apprehensive as he neared closer to her face.
"Impossible to combat, isn't it? That's why I choose now, instead of later to fight against it, to use these gems to our advantage, Colonel Violet." He said gruffly, staring down his aquiline nose at her, one brow ridge cocked in question.
"Right, Sir. Yes Sir." She nodded quickly, turning her face back to stare at the eggs once again, as a long hairline fracture began to form in one of them.
"These incubating eggs will be my new army. I trust you'll treat your higher officers with respect. Now," Piccolo informed her, turning away sharply, and making his way to the throne, encased by slick green slime around the base, diamonds and other precious gems piled all around as a nest for the eggs.
"Tell me everything that you received from your reconnaissance at Saiyan City." He demanded, resting his large, green skinned hands on his thighs.
"Uhm.. hmm.." She began, chewing quickly on her bubblegum.
"I was able to get back to Agent M, concerning her undercover mission. She's been taken as a type of slave for the Saiyans... A female slave." Colonel Violet frowned, lowering her head as she recalled the messages she'd received from the secret agent.
Piccolo seemed nonplussed by this, tapping on an eggshell with his claw.
"And...? What else?" He grumbled, picking at the shell as if distracted by hatching his soldiers as soon as possible. Violet shifted her feet anxiously, then took a paper out of her pants pocket, clearing her throat.
"I'll read the message she sent. Colonel V. I have secured my position in the Saiyan's dungeon. I am risking everything in order to be here, but I do this in the memory of my beloved companions. They died at the brutish Saiyan's hand, Raditz, without the chance to finish our objective..." She began, sniffling as she continued to read. Piccolo moved nary an inch as he listened, frowning.
"To get the dragon balls... We lost the ones we had.. I'm forced to dress in barely anything, cold, underdressed...Raditz's orders, he likes to watch me undress.." She lowered her voice, placing one hand over her face. "without anything to keep me warm at night besides a threadbare blanket..." She whispered, and Piccolo slammed one fist down on the armrest.
"What has she reported that is of importance? How many Dragon Balls were lost, then?" He snapped hastily, making Violet flinch angrily, crinkling the paper.
"She's been made into a slave! What don't you understand!? Her fellow comrades, dead! Soon, Mai will be RAPED!" Colonel Violet screamed, then stormed up to Piccolo, and faced him angrily, watching how he bared his teeth, still seemingly unaffected by her words.
"And what do I care about human affairs? Rape, what is the purpose of it, but to procreate? Make more weak children?" He grumbled, looking away from her in frustration.
Violet was silenced for a moment, her shoulders lowering as she realized her mistake. "...I apologize Sir Piccolo, for not having elaborated the gravity of the situation... She's frightened of it, because it's not with her agreement. It's a means to gain satisfaction for the attacker, but is traumatic for the victim... She could be impregnated without her consent. With a saiyan half-breed. Female humans have unfertilized eggs in their stomachs... So perhaps, you could understand how it would be...undesirable." She continued, wringing her hands together anxiously as she stared at the floor below her feet.
Piccolo scoffed harshly in disgust, a pained expression on his face as his own exaggerated imagery invaded his thoughts, of an egg filled woman's stomach bursting at the seams, that was as much understanding he could muster towards the situation, and it was enough to cause him to feel a small sliver of empathy for the female humans, nauseatingly so.
"Enough! I can see why that would be..." He said, his voice fading, then shook his head.
"The Earth would be reborn anew if it were up to my command. No need to take the earth women by force... they would hand themselves to the prince and his servants, if they had any couth, perhaps the women would be less hesitant. Once they understood how the strategic destruction of their toxic waste factories is beneficial to their planet's survival, maybe then, the farm laborers who come to grovel at my feet and complain of calloused hands, they too could understand my plan to rejuvenate the planet." Piccolo said, resting his chin in his hand, and sighing with his frustration.
"The farms are doing well, Sir. Raditz has expanded the land as you instructed to be able to grow more crops."
"Good, one thing a Saiyan and I can agree upon, is that these humans are an infestation on this earth's crust... We must be rid of as many as we can in a mass extinction. Although, I'm not in agreement with this female dungeon." He said with a wave of his hand, shaking his head.
"It's disgusting, and needs to be stopped. If they want to make half-breeds after the reconstruction is done, fine, but this is no way to gain the support of the remaining humans." Piccolo sighed, crossing his arms. Violet nodded, and smiled at him, her blue eyes sparking up in admiration towards him.
"What? Stop that." He growled, looking away quickly.
"You'd be a good King, Sir Piccolo..." She said, putting her arms behind her back, and popping her bubblegum again. He laughed harshly at her, finding her claim ridiculous.
"Perhaps you forget, Miss Violet, but I failed at that in the past. My predecessor was taken out by a blast through the chest by Son Goku, and that's when I made my last ditch plan, and expelled the essence of myself out in an egg like these ones, before that body was destroyed. It was humiliating, suffering that fate to a mere child who wasn't even aware that he was an alien." Piccolo grumbled, taking a handful of diamonds, and squeezing them until the slime dripped through his fingers.
Violet watched with widened eyes, then twitched in place when he beckoned to her with one hand.
"Come, tell me more of your knowledge of Earth. I admit it's been a long time, well, perhaps the first time that I have ever had a human female to advise me on these matters." He said, and Violet came forth, one hand tensed at the gun hanging off her hip holster.
"Put out your little hand, I promise I won't bite it." He said, chuckling roughly, and she did. He emptied a small share of diamonds into her hand, Violet gasping as he did.
"I have no use for them, their value in my hands is only for the Saiyan's cooperation. Cooperate with me, trust me, and I will give you more of these gems. Then, perhaps we will find a way out for your friend... Agent M. She'll be safe here with me, I have no.. need to breed with females." He said lowly, leaning close to speak softly in her ear.
Violet cupped the gems in her hand tightly, then without warning, she threw her arms around his neck, and sobbed heavily, her shoulders shaking as she crawled up on the throne with him. Piccolo dug his nails into the armrests in resistance; his eyes wide with confusion.
"I never had a boss like you, I've never been given the opportunity to speak... to be treated like an equal, and not some Red Ribbon army servant...Commander Red never let me-"
"Get off! I never said you could touch me!" He snapped, but didn't move to toss the fragile little human. Violet recovered quickly, wiping her eyes, then she scrambled away off his lap, towards the barracks where she'd taken up residence. Piccolo brushed himself off, scoffing. He picked up the letter she had left behind, and crumpled it up into a little ball.
"Saiyan savages..." He grumbled, and incinerated the ball of paper in his hand. Then, there was a wet crunch to the side of him, and he stood up abruptly; his attention on the hatching egg.
"Arise. The sooner the better." He said with a pleased grin, and watched as the shell pulsed where a slimy, green-skinned hand was feeling around for an opening.
"Move it," Vegeta grunted, nudging Bulma forth with the pull chain attached to his wrist. She stumbled to keep up with him, normally she didn't trip over her own feet, but she had to admit she was still feeling a bit wobbly from that dream she had about the pint-sized princeling.
"Can't you slow down?" She grumbled, then quickly regretted that question as he stopped in place, and she fell into his back. Bulma scrambled to get away from him in a hurry, feeling disgusted when her hand grazed across his hip and felt the coarse fur of his tail with her palm.
"Learn to keep up." He huffed, then began walking once again after she'd regained balance.
"Where are we going?" She asked, attempting to peek over his hair as she walked in line behind him, instead of beside him; as he'd instructed, keeping one fist clenched as he folded the leash arm around his back and held the chain in his hand. Bulma hated this arrangement, as expected, but she supposed it could be much worse, like he said. He could have raped her last night, but instead he chose to let her rest instead of taking advantage of her exhaustion. Bulma walked in pace with him now as they came out of the living quarters and towards the bar area of the club, noticing he'd slowed down just a bit so she could keep up.
They came to one of the booths, Vegeta gesturing for her to sit with one open-faced palm. Bulma's brows rose, but she took her seat anyway. Vegeta followed, closing the space between the table and her escape. Now she understood, he wasn't being kind to her, he was trapping her in. They sat in silence for a moment, then Bulma was startled by the whirr of an electric drill. She glanced towards the sound, and gasped when she saw that there were human men enslaved by them working on patching up the roof. Vegeta observed the woman eyeing the work being done on the ceiling, smirking, then nodded towards the booth where it had been patched.
So, he really did have it fixed. Does he expect me to be impressed? Bulma huffed, glancing at it quickly, then shrugging at him.
Vegeta's features pinched in angrily and he wrapped the chain around his hand one more time.
"What do you say?" He growled, the steady tug on her neck hard enough to pull her down, but she resisted.
"Thank you." She spat, holding back the urge to cough as he pulled the chain tighter, examining her gaze with his own as if he were studying an insect.
"Good." He clipped, and dropped her chain so she could breathe. Bulma stroked her throat, gulping as she stared down at her own lap, not sure how she should react. It went against everything in her nature, she never stepped down for a man just because he was stronger than her, she never bowed to a Prince in all her lifetime, she never thought she would ever have to. She shouldn't have to thank him, sure she demanded the repairs, but in the end, how long did they truly expect to stay here? Before Vegeta's arrival, Raditz had barely any use of her besides as leverage with the earth men, he himself seemed disgusted by her, and now so did Vegeta. So, why did they even take her?
Bulma's head bobbed as she dozed off beside him, not before hearing a sharp clap in her ears.
"Look alive woman!" Vegeta snapped, waking her up quickly with a clap of his hands. She blinked a few times, not sure if what she was seeing was really there, or if she was dreaming again, but she could have sworn she was witnessing her own mother pouring her and the Saiyan Prince cups of coffee, his and resting on the booth, over his possession.
"Good morning madam, and who might you be?" Vegeta asked Panchy with a surprising amount of manners, smirking up at Nappa as he hovered behind the blonde little woman.
"I'm Mrs. Briefs, Bulma's mothe-"
"No, you're not." Vegeta snapped, slamming his palm flat on the table, causing her to jump back in fear. Nappa grimaced and pulled her chain taut, making her gulp for her breath as she stared down at Bulma with despair clear in her large blue eyes.
"This servant woman's name is Shortie. She's my slave girl. You and her, will act as if you do not know each other. Now tell me, what is your name?" He asked while Nappa curled his finger beneath her chin, stroking where her throat was bobbing for air.
"B-Bunny. Mister Nappa told me my new name is Bunny, your Majesty." She whispered raspily, then Nappa let the leash go slack. Panchy gasped for her breath, and turned herself away, headed back to the kitchen to fetch the rest of their meal, Nappa lumbering at her heels.
Bulma had gone wide-eyed, breathless, the white tips of her fingers gripping the table to keep herself balanced. Vegeta picked up the cup of coffee and sniffed it suspiciously, eyeing Bulma from his peripheral as she remained still.
"What is this swill?" He muttered, and her eyes shakingly met his.
"Coffee.."
"Shortie. Take a sip, would you?" He ordered, rather than asked and moved it towards her face. Bulma grimaced, turning her cheek away.
"Tch. You need to drink something." He grunted irritably, and gripped her by the chin, intending to force the hot coffee down.
"I don't want it like that!," She gritted out as he rubbed his thumb across her lips, thinking about how he could pry her mouth open. "I like it s-sweet.." She whispered, feeling ashamed of herself, and he blinked at her, screwing one brow up in confusion.
"Two cream, two sugar." A familiar voice announced, then there was the sound of dishes being set down with Panchy's arrival. Breakfast was served, and with that, two spoonfuls of sugar, and two drops of cream, stirred into a cup of black magic. Bulma drank her coffee, and Vegeta seemed pleased for the time being, taking eagerly to his own breakfast. Bulma nibbled at her scrambled eggs and toast with jam that her mothe-Bunny, had made special to her liking. The two sat down across from them, Bunny giving her a tight smile, then looking away quickly in shame as Nappa nuzzled against her ear, and took a deep inhale of her scent.
"Where is Raditz, and his females?" Vegeta wondered, snapping his fingers at Nappa. The larger saiyan backed away from his new toy, and pulled a large tray of meats and scorched eggs and potatoes towards himself, something that looked like he had cooked it for himself over a burning pit. Panchy seemed fit to sip from a cup of tea, and wearily take small bites from a baked pastry, nursing her own hangover.
"I dunno, still sleeping?" Nappa shrugged, and Vegeta pounded one fist on the table, making both the women flinch, even Nappa blinked at the movement.
"We have no time for sleep! Once you're done, go get him."
Nappa nodded in compliance, and began finishing off his meal quickly after Vegeta returned his attention to his plate, grumbling all the while.
Bulma felt his eyes on her, and gulped, feeling a lump in her throat, her stomach souring as she struggled to keep her meal down. She'd eaten half her eggs, and half a piece of toast, before feeling nauseous. Bulma went to pick up her fork, holding it shakily in her hand, her nerves becoming frayed with how his unblinking gaze remained focused on her. She picked up her fork, then dropped it again, and choked back a sob of frustration.
"You're weak. Pitifully so." Vegeta explained for her, turning his body her way, and picking up the fork; examining the interesting eating utensil native to this planet. He stabbed it at her eggs, taking a large portion, then returning his attention on her. "You have to eat everything on this plate, or else your body will keep eating itself." He said, then moved the fork toward her mouth. Nappa watched and furrowed his brows, confused as to why someone such as the prince would even lift a hand to his own servant. But, he could agree, the girl was too thin for his liking.
"Open your mouth." He seethed, seeing how Bulma turned her cheek once again as he attempted to stab the food in, and poked her face with the fork in turn.
"I'm not hungry!" She whimpered.
He growled with fury at the insolence of the woman, and grabbed her roughly by the jaw, his fingers digging into the divots there just hard enough to force open her mouth.
"You'd better eat everything on your plate, swee-I mean, Shortie..." Panchy said meekly, and Bulma sobbed, her jaw aching as Vegeta piled eggs inside her mouth for her to eat. When at last he was satisfied with the amount, he released his force and let her close her mouth, having no other choice but to chew and swallow it for him.
"Just one slice of bread left now, open for me." He snapped, and crushed the bread into a ball with his gloved fingers, compacting it to make it smaller for her.
Bulma opened her mouth willingly this time, her gaze on her mother, looking away quickly in shame as he eased the ball into her mouth, and his finger in turn. She thought to bite it for a second, but instead shuddered as he slid it slowly out of her lips.
"Swallow it. Whole." Vegeta chuckled deviously, and Nappa joined in as well. Bulma's mouth watered as the sweet ball of dough and strawberry jam rested on her tongue, then she did as he commanded. Vegeta pulled her collar taut, and stared at her throat in satisfaction as she swallowed. Bulma made a high pitched gulp. Vegeta made a satisfied purr in response, before picking up her plate, and examining the drops of jam there. Bulma eyed the plate, then looked up at him, awaiting her fate.
"You'll lick it all up." Vegeta said, and grinned.
Bulma nodded, knowing well what he wanted, she lowered her head, and began to lick the plate as he held it.
"Good pet." Vegeta said, and Bulma felt a shiver go down her spine in response. She obediently lapped the mess from her plate, a soft sob coming from her mother as she watched the degrading scene play out.
It was a scenario she had been stuck with before, something everything in her was fighting to go against. Chi-Chi felt invisible in the corner of the black leather bed where her arms were handcuffed to the post, her only command : to watch. She took a deep breath and steeled her gaze onto her Master and his slave, who had for the moment, reversed roles it seemed. Blonde Launch wore a black latex body harness with O ring straps that circled around her nipples and breasts, chained down her stomach and cinched around her hips, a zipper between her legs for quick access.
It wasn't exactly what she wore that made her threatening, but what she was doing to Raditz. He lay still on the mattress slick with his sweat, hair clinging to his back and neck as he remained paralyzed in place. Chi-Chi was beside him, looking down at his contorted face with concern, not understanding how he could possibly enjoy being immobilized like this down to the bed, a white gag in his mouth shaped like a dog bone kept him from screaming too loud as Launch whipped him across his straining muscular thighs with a riding crop. His hips jerked upwards, and he ground his teeth into the rubber bone and moaned.
The welts rising on his legs seemed to make his erection tense even more where it, as well, had been restrained, jutting out from an open zipper down his black body suit that ended at his shoulders and thighs. There was something similar to the red bands like the ones on his arms and legs, small, yet wide enough to fit around his girth and his testes, which bulged with engorged veins from Launch's relentless cock teasing.
"Did I say you could moan, you little bitch?" She snapped, and whipped him across his thighs again, this time only inches away. Chi-Chi flinched as Raditz restrained his growls, Launch laughing with glee, playing with the captive bead ring pierced into her nipple. As Launch grew enticed by his torment, Chi-Chi squirmed against her handcuffs, clamping her legs together tight as she watched a stream of moisture leak from the tip of his cock, and travel down a vein bulging from the side of his reddened penis.
She didn't know why her mouth watered as she watched his torture, the pearl necklace thong between her legs tickling at her clit and becoming drenched with her moisture. She wanted to watch him suffer. He deserved the pain, the abuse, whatever Launch could throw at him for what he's done to this planet. Chi-Chi gathered the saliva in her mouth, and spit on his arm angrily, then flinched slightly as he reacted enthusiastically, making muffled growls, his own drool dappling the air, an audible crunch made on the bone as his fangs elongated into it.
"You like it when women spit on you, pig?" Chi-Chi snarled, and lunged at him, but couldn't reach, she felt enraged that he was taking pleasure out of her insult. He groaned a muffled response into the gag, his eyes glaring at Chi-Chi from his peripheral as his hips bucked and beads of her spit ran down his sweaty face.
"mmease, ease, hh hhii.." He groaned, and Chi-Chi spit on him again, this time the spit landing on his brow and running down into his eye, making him close it and shudder.
Launch crawled up onto the bed and unzipped her latex crotch opening, her face flushed as her slick pink labia was revealed, her soft, plump lips dripping with her translucent essence.
"Fuck, I can't take it anymore Raditz, I gotta have your cock!" She moaned, and spread her legs wide to take him, aiming his long, thick member swollen with blood to her heated entrance, Chi-Chi watching with an open mouthed stare as she wondered how Launch would fit it all inside of her. Raditz noticed her stare and purred, slackening his jaw as he watched her squirm, her legs moving as she wiggled uncomfortably, exposing her flushed pussy with white pearls wedged up against her clit.
Launch moaned huskily as she slid herself down into his erection, his immobilized body giving her the advantage. Raditz made muffled sounds of pleasure, but his eyes never left Chi-Chi, even as his favorite girl began impaling herself enthusiastically on his stiffened organ, his pent up release trapped by his bindings making her riding him almost too much for him to handle.
Chi-Chi blushed, and spread her legs, using her wiggling thighs to play with the slick little pearls tangled up with her inner labia, showing Raditz what he wanted but could never have made a thrill rush throughout her body, if only she or he weren't trapped like they were like this, she might have let him have it in just a momentary lapse of judgement, her beloved husband far away from her thoughts in this moment.
"You can't have me, you.. savage.. you can stare at my wet pussy all you like, Raditz... but I won't let you inside of it.." Chi-Chi whispered to him, and spread her legs so he could see her opening as she wriggled against the pearls, teasing herself to orgasm, her firm thighs and tight body tempting him to go against his orders and ravage Kakarot's little cock teasing little wife. Raditz bit the gag in half and spit it out, straining his entire body against the straps binding him to the bed, his arms at his sides straining to get out of their cuffs.
"Let me go Launch, I demand it, let me out of the restraints!" He screamed, and the girl slowed her energetic bouncing on him, looking angry as he seemed more distracted by Chi-Chi than her, while she was the one riding his cock, demure little Chi-Chi was giving him a show and invading his thoughts, when all that should be going through his mind was her!
"You didn't say it right, Master." Launch huffed, and started up where she was before, attempting to work herself back up to her own climax. Chi-Chi closed her legs and looked away, ashamed with herself for what she had done. The bed began to shake with Raditz's rage, the sound of leather stretching, and the wet slaps of Launch riding him to her own ecstasy. Chi-Chi's entire body quivered with anxiety, she knew what was coming but not how quick, or how it would happen and her insides felt pained with the full feeling swelling deep in her pelvis, her outstretched arms dripping perspiration onto her white lacy garments.
Raditz's teeth clicked and he huffed in the scent of her arousal, his eyelids lowering as Launch's convulsing sheath around his engorged cock brought him closer and closer to his own release, but never achieving orgasm due to the tight resistance bands cutting off the connection to his urethra from the vas deferens.
One by one the straps snapped, and his growls grew more erratic with Launch's yelps and moans, the girl grew delirious with her impending orgasm, the thrill of her master finally releasing himself without speaking the secret command brought her pleasure to new levels. She could care less what the prude woman in the corner did, Raditz was all hers.
Chi-Chi ground her hips firmly to the mattress and used the beads to her full advantage, creating a slick puddle beneath herself as she jerked her hips and made whimpers through her teeth. She felt her climax begin to apex when Raditz snapped the last of the straps, the chains jangling as they came away with his wrists. Launch and Chi-Chi were sent into hysterics by their mutual orgasms, at last she felt her body thrumming with pleasure, but it wasn't quite as intense as the other girl's. Launch was rendered mindless by Raditz as he gripped her hard by the hips and used her body to his full advantage, thrusting into her fully until finally she made her last groans and her blonde curls slumped down, and she rested, weak and sated on the bed. Chi-Chi squeezed her legs and felt pulses of her pleasure fading as he slipped slowly out of Launch, and turned his attention back on her.
Chi-Chi yelped as Raditz turned her face quickly with a light slap, tears flying from her eyes. His angered gaze made chills go down her spine as he rose up onto his knees, and placed the hot, wet bulb of his straining erection on her lips, and moved his hips forward. Chi-Chi whimpered, turning her face, then he slapped her other cheek, and parted her legs with one of his knees.
"You've been a dirty little tease, what would your husband think about how wet you've become for his brother?" He purred, and moved aside the pearls to gently stroke, and prod there with his fingertips. Chi-Chi opened her mouth to object but it was quickly filled, the slimy appendage thick in her mouth too much for her to argue against. He thrust and forced her jaw open, the blunt tip of him hitting her throat, and invading it, her collar feeling tight around her throat as it strained and gagged against the fullness making a bulge beneath the skin.
"Take it off with your teeth." He ordered, and Chi-Chi understood what he meant, her face was crushed up against the warmth of his pelt of black curls slick with the strong fragrance of Launch's orgasm and his own musky scent. She could feel the leather bands wrapped around the base of his girth, and fitted her teeth behind the band, allowing him to pull back and release the tension from himself with a relieved sigh.
Chi-Chi spit out the band and flinched as he began to work himself in front of her face quickly, letting out heavy sighs and pants as his other hand began to tickle at her clit, playing in the moisture pooling between her thighs.
"Open your mouth." He demanded, and Chi-Chi held back a cry, then opened her mouth once again, revealing the collected cream from cleaning Launch's cum from him, drool and white streams running down her chin as she stuck her tongue out for him.
"Good wife, Chi-Chi." Raditz chuffed, and placed his other hand on her head, letting his tail take over the fondling between her legs. Her dark eyes grew glazed over as she stared up at him and whimpered, tears falling down her flushed cheeks as he shushed her.
"Master Raditz takes care of you now." He whispered, and she gasped as his long brown tail wedged its way between her folds, the solid tip beneath the bristles made of muscle and bone pushing its way through her pulsing sheath, and invading it deeply.
"What was that about not letting me inside you, whore? My tail has free access to your insides, or would you rather my cock fill you up and make your belly swell with another brat, you want that?" He panted, his slanderous talk making his hand work around his slick cock faster, as well as his strong tail coiled up inside her, the force of its thrusts powered by his jerking hips, lifting her body off the bed with each pump farther inside.
"No!" Chi-Chi wailed, attempting to close her legs but the invading tail was too deep inside, the soaked bristles tickling her tender walls as he slapped strings of his pre-cum onto her displayed tongue, each thump of his meaty head on the flat of her tongue.
"Say yes, Please Master." He snapped, gripping her hard by her leash and yanking it so that it was taut.
"...Please, Master...I'm begging...don't soil my marriage..." Chi-Chi whimpered around the weight on her tongue, both in fear of him, but also pleasure as his long appendage twitched against her cervix, pulsed there and teased at it, seeking further entrance.
"Say what you truly want, or choke and die." He growled, and wrapped the leash tight around his fist, making her cough out at his command.
"Please, fill me with your tail...Master, don't give me your baby." She whispered hoarsely, tears running down her cheeks. The saiyan before her stared down at her reddened face, fully enjoying watching lust glaze over her warm chocolate gaze, he could sense the obedience in her stare that betrayed the words she said, and Raditz knew that they shared this secret pleasure.
"I will soon. I'll make your womb heavy with potent saiyan life milk, you'll give birth to my half-breed pups right in front of that cuck Kakarot," He whispered, and she gasped and broke his gaze, feeling a filthy hot heat blaze through her core as she accepted a most guilty secret to herself, one that thrilled her, but could never happen.
"Tell me when you're about to cum, I order you to imagine it's my cock inside, fucking your pussy raw,"
"Master Raditz, no!" She begged, but this was a familiar game they were playing at this point, one that forced images into her mind of their bodies clashing together, unrestricted and raw, she was imagining his hot flesh plunging into her depths, instead of the tail that he'd now forced the silky tip of past her cervix.
"Master Raditz! I'm cumming!" Chi-Chi cried, jerking her body uncontrollably against his tail, feeling waves of ecstasy rush throughout her veins as the tension finally uncoiled.
"It's too late! I'm cumming in you!" Raditz grunted, thrusting with his tail, and masturbating his hard cock in tandem, until he felt her heat spasm against his tail, and hot liquid sprayed out of the screaming wife, her powerful orgasm wetting his legs and covering him with her shimmering liquid. Raditz groaned, his eyes rolling back as his mind was freed by his heavy release, moaning as ropes of virile semen rained onto her face, chest, and stomach, some drops caught on her tongue she coughed out and let them bubble down her chin as she was fully soiled by Raditz. They stayed like that for a moment, panting, until Raditz shook his head and remembered his current position, waking up from their shared fantasy.
"What a dirty slut, you sure liked that, being drenched all in cum." Raditz smiled, flicking his spiked wrist to release what little was left, dribbling out to join the rest.
Chi-Chi was dazed as like a rope, his tail unravelled from where it was tangled inside her, and opened her eyes tiredly to see that Raditz had already turned away to begin dressing. Without worrying about cleaning off the mess that intimacy with his slave women had left a sheen on his bodysuit, he tucked himself into the suit, pulled up the zipper, then began to dress in his armor. Launch woke with a small sneeze, then giggled as she crawled over and unlocked the handcuffs on Chi-Chi's wrists.
"Hurry and get dressed, girls. We have work to do." Raditz said, and put on his scouter.
"Can't I take a bath first..?" Chi-Chi questioned, pouting. Raditz chuckled, his rumbling voice shaking her confidence as he whipped his still damp tail around in the air to dry it.
"Silly girl. You know what to do." He purred, and Chi-Chi slowly nodded, gulping down her gorge as she began to rub the slick fluids around her breasts, and all over her body, her shame radiating out around her as Launch giggled.
"Chi-Chi, that's not lotion, you silly slut." The bluenette said with a sickening sweet pitch, then turned, and tilted her chin up obediently to be attached to his wrist with a click.
"Launch, now don't be jealous. You were fantastic, as always. Good girl." He purred, and kissed the tip of her nose in a tender gesture that made Chi-Chi grumble low to herself as she shook the filthy slime from her hands, biting her lower lip to keep back the insults she wished to spew out.
You unclean... filthy whore... She cursed herself, and turned her reddened cheek away as Raditz attached her leash to his wrist.
"The good wife, chaste little Chi-Chi." He sneered, and so she squeezed her eyes shut and let her shameful tears fall.
"Mop the mess off the mattress before we leave." He said dismissively, and she nodded solemnly, seeing the evidence of her own disloyalty, then getting up to obey his command.
So, I hope this didn't ruffle any feathers. I thought I made my intentions clear with this fic, and hinted towards what was happening, that YOU guys voted for over on @Redleatherstrap. The next chapter will be a change of pace and we'll see more Canon typical fighting and stuff. I struggled a little bit, mostly because want to make sure that what I write makes people happy. I don't want anyone upset over it. Please review and let me know all your thoughts! Next chapter, there will be more Vegebul, I promise.
I also want you all to know, I LOVE Goku and Chi-Chi. I am no genius on the intricate ways of BDSM, I'm simply writing my interpretation with some similar themes, but in the end, this is not a game the saiyans are playing. There is no consent, no boundaries, its a lawless time.